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wanted
to see more pictures of you."
    I froze. "No way."
    "Why not?"
    "I don't know him."
    "We can fix that."
    "I don’t think your idea of fixing anything matches
mine."
    "No, I'm serious. Maybe I'll invite him for dinner next
week."
    I sighed. "I'm not a house whore that's going to be
used like some sick porno of yours."
    "Relax, would you? Dinner. Maybe he won't like
you."
    I stiffened. "Why would he not like me? How rude."
    "Just saying. You're pretty uptight."
    "I am not. I even kiss other men."
    "That's all you do."
    "Of course that's all I do. I'm not going to be a
cheater. The idea frightens me."
    "All right, all right. Calm down, Elizabeth. Anyway,
I'll invite him over. Just for dinner and introductions."
    I scowled at him.
    "What?"
    "I know what you want."
    "It's just dinner."
    I sighed.
    He moved, thrusting up into me. "You thinking of
Ben?"
    My answer was shocked and sharp. "No!"

CHAPTER 5
     
    I was considering my clothes Tuesday morning.
    Derek wriggled his eyebrows. "Wear a skirt."
    "Not at the office."
    "Why not? Is it a rule?"
    "No."
    "Do other women wear skirts there?"
    "Sure."
    "Well?"
    I frowned. Hotty-Totty Tina ran around in miniskirts and no
nylons. The hussy. "I don't know."
    "What about this one?"
    I looked it over. Actually, he had picked something that I
would wear. It ended just above the knees and wasn't tight. "Hmm."
    "Give it a shot. You said Ben liked skirts."
    I fingered the material. "Yes…"
    "So, wear it. It's a conservative skirt."
    "Think so?" I knew so, but it was nice to hear it.
    "Absolutely. It's perfect."
    He was right; it was.
    I pulled it down.
    He smiled. "See, that wasn't so hard." He watched
me. "Hey."
    "What?"
    "Take off the bra."
    "What? Are you serious?"
    "It's not like you need it."
    "Thanks." My sarcastic tone didn't escape him.
    "No, I mean it. I'm not being rude. Just throw a
sweater over your blouse."
    "Hmm."
    "You'll have a sweater on. If he touches you there
again, maybe it'll be a nice surprise for him. A treat."
    I gave him a suspicious eye. But his look was honest.
"Think so?"
    "Absolutely."
    "I can't believe we're talking about some other man
touching my boobs."
    He waved me off. "Nah, it's just kissing, right?"
    "Right."
    "So forget the bra. Wear a sweater over the blouse. If
he just so happens to touch—"
    I was giggling. "That's nasty."
    He threw his arms in the air like the robot from Lost in
Space. "Oh no, some guy might touch your sweater, call down the national
guard and shoot everyone."
    I laughed. I guess I did sound like a prude. A sweater would
cover it all nicely. What's the harm? I pulled off my bra.
    He said, "Hey, wait a minute."
    "What?"
    He stepped close and quickly dipped his head down and licked
my boob. His tongue ran up my nipple and sent electric shocks through me. I
squawked.
    He winked.
    "What was that for?"
    "They're beautiful and you were offering."
    "I wasn't offering." I slipped on my blouse.
    "Well, tough. I was taking. Do you want to call the
national guard again?"
    I kissed my husband. He was sweet when not being perverted.
    He grinned. "Now, about those panties."
    I rolled my eyes.
    He threw up his hands. "What?"
     
    ~ ~ ~
     
    I said to Ben as I followed him into his condo, "Evelyn
was pouting."
    He laughed. "Mm hmm. She couldn't find anything in
either of our two work-files."
    "We did a good job together."
    "Yep. But I think Hotty-Totty Tina has chewed through a
whole box of pencils already."
    I laughed. I plopped down on the bed and said, "This
deserves some kisses."
    His eyes got sexy. "That's what I had in mind."
    I leaned back on my arms and smiled.
    He kicked off his shoes and climbed over me.
    I wriggled backwards and his mouth came down and met mine. I
melted back onto the bed, relishing the strong feel of this man above me and
his searching tongue. Yes, kissing him is very fun.
    He laid on me, his masculine form resting lightly on me as
he rested on his elbows. His body felt good and I sighed happily.
    Nice kisses. Fun,